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number of rogues in the area, a lot of parents are worried over their daughters out there, so we put out more enforcers to watch things. But we’re still getting the random missing person report.”
Emma had known that the shifters kept a close eye on their offspring. Wolf mothers were extremely overprotective and would kill anyone who dared harm one of their cubs.
“Are any of them official or is this just some parent that freaked because their kid didn’t get home by curfew?” Nicole asked, diving into the box and pulling out a cream puff.
“So far, nothing really worrisome.”
Emma eyed her friend carefully. Ellie didn’t mention anything unless something else brought it on. “But?”
Ellie grinned and picked up an éclair. “But I am worried that if one of our girls disappears, things will take a turn for the worse.”
“Has anyone bothered to try and speak to the rogues or whoever their leader is?” Nic asked.
“That’s an idea,” Emma agreed. “We have no idea if they would be forthcoming with information or possibly say something that could tip us off on what they have planned.”
Ellie licked some of the cream from her fingers, picked up a napkin and dabbed her lips. “That’s not usually how it works with rogues. Most of the time there is no single leader, but if there happens to be one, then he isn’t usually interested in pack politics.”
“Can the rogue leader be female?” Emma asked, curiosity piqued.
“I guess. I don’t see why not. We don’t really hear of a rogue leader, period. Most of the time they’re a bunch of criminal shifters that don’t want to follow pack laws or human laws. They defy everything and refuse to listen to anyone but themselves,” Ellie’s lips tipped downward.
Someone should try to speak to the rogues. Or at least listen to what the heck they were up to. They had to be going somewhere that the Wolfes weren’t owners of. Shifters liked to go into bars and hook up with others of their kind. They were sexual creatures. If a bunch of male rogues were in the area, they had to be looking for females somewhere. But where?
EIGHT
Trevan Stone didn’t appreciate games. He was upfront in everything he did from hooking up with random women, to getting rid of anyone in his way. It seemed that he’d hit a speed bump in Blue Creek by the name of Rocco Rahound. The shifter Alpha, or supposed Alpha had sent someone to try and recruit him and his friends for a dirty job the old man didn’t want to take care of himself. He snorted. What a pathetic excuse for a leader.
Trevan and his friends weren’t exactly rogues, but they didn’t belong to any large packs. He and his two friends had lost their pack when they’re warred with some vampires. His brother, the former Alpha of his pack had been killed along with the rest of his family and most of their pack.
He sat down at a hole in the wall bar mostly filled with humans and glanced at the people around him.
“Are we actually considering doing what that piece of shit old man paid us for?” Roen Girard, his best friend asked.
No fucking way. They weren’t hired killers. They killed, but only when they felt the need. Usually they found themselves defending the side of the innocents, not praying on them.
Roen picked up his beer mug and drank the contents in a single swig. “Fucking bastard. I wanted to bash his head in when he said he wanted us to take some kids to those blood suckers.”
“We already got paid, so it’s not like we have to do anything,” Alain Thorpe, Trevan’s other best friend since childhood stated.
“We can’t just leave and act like we don’t know what the fuck they’re doing!” Roen growled. “We might not have a pack, but we’re not heartless murderers.”
He was right. Trevan and his friends had grown up surrounded by family for most of their lives. Though their pack had been small and secluded to the deep Stone Mountains, he’d always known to defend the
Emma had known that the shifters kept a close eye on their offspring. Wolf mothers were extremely overprotective and would kill anyone who dared harm one of their cubs.
“Are any of them official or is this just some parent that freaked because their kid didn’t get home by curfew?” Nicole asked, diving into the box and pulling out a cream puff.
“So far, nothing really worrisome.”
Emma eyed her friend carefully. Ellie didn’t mention anything unless something else brought it on. “But?”
Ellie grinned and picked up an éclair. “But I am worried that if one of our girls disappears, things will take a turn for the worse.”
“Has anyone bothered to try and speak to the rogues or whoever their leader is?” Nic asked.
“That’s an idea,” Emma agreed. “We have no idea if they would be forthcoming with information or possibly say something that could tip us off on what they have planned.”
Ellie licked some of the cream from her fingers, picked up a napkin and dabbed her lips. “That’s not usually how it works with rogues. Most of the time there is no single leader, but if there happens to be one, then he isn’t usually interested in pack politics.”
“Can the rogue leader be female?” Emma asked, curiosity piqued.
“I guess. I don’t see why not. We don’t really hear of a rogue leader, period. Most of the time they’re a bunch of criminal shifters that don’t want to follow pack laws or human laws. They defy everything and refuse to listen to anyone but themselves,” Ellie’s lips tipped downward.
Someone should try to speak to the rogues. Or at least listen to what the heck they were up to. They had to be going somewhere that the Wolfes weren’t owners of. Shifters liked to go into bars and hook up with others of their kind. They were sexual creatures. If a bunch of male rogues were in the area, they had to be looking for females somewhere. But where?
EIGHT
Trevan Stone didn’t appreciate games. He was upfront in everything he did from hooking up with random women, to getting rid of anyone in his way. It seemed that he’d hit a speed bump in Blue Creek by the name of Rocco Rahound. The shifter Alpha, or supposed Alpha had sent someone to try and recruit him and his friends for a dirty job the old man didn’t want to take care of himself. He snorted. What a pathetic excuse for a leader.
Trevan and his friends weren’t exactly rogues, but they didn’t belong to any large packs. He and his two friends had lost their pack when they’re warred with some vampires. His brother, the former Alpha of his pack had been killed along with the rest of his family and most of their pack.
He sat down at a hole in the wall bar mostly filled with humans and glanced at the people around him.
“Are we actually considering doing what that piece of shit old man paid us for?” Roen Girard, his best friend asked.
No fucking way. They weren’t hired killers. They killed, but only when they felt the need. Usually they found themselves defending the side of the innocents, not praying on them.
Roen picked up his beer mug and drank the contents in a single swig. “Fucking bastard. I wanted to bash his head in when he said he wanted us to take some kids to those blood suckers.”
“We already got paid, so it’s not like we have to do anything,” Alain Thorpe, Trevan’s other best friend since childhood stated.
“We can’t just leave and act like we don’t know what the fuck they’re doing!” Roen growled. “We might not have a pack, but we’re not heartless murderers.”
He was right. Trevan and his friends had grown up surrounded by family for most of their lives. Though their pack had been small and secluded to the deep Stone Mountains, he’d always known to defend the
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